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Anyone who wins their
way past the threshold

will behold the Book of Leaves.
Itself.

Now!

Let's get
what we came here for.

I believe those symbols may imply
there are other ways out of here.

(IPPOLITA)
You must kill the horse

before it
snaps your neck.

(Cries out)

Ferrante.
No more games!

Have faith
that my plans proceed.

I intend to take
my rightful place.

The Sword of Osman.
It cannot be.

And what is it
you want in return?

To bring you to Rome.

I am about to embark on a journey
to the den of my sworn enemy.

Don't speak
to me of risk.

This is not
what we agreed upon.

You entered the vault
without me by your side.

There's someone here.

(In Quechua)

(WOMAN) Leonardo!

No! That's my mother!

No!

— ♪ — DaVinci's Demons 2x08 — ♪ —
The Fall From Heaven
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Original Air Date on May 10, 2014

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(RIARIO) Did you ever
think we'd see the end together?

(LEONARDO) I never thought that
I'd be facing an end at all.

(RIARIO) God is laughing
at us, Da Vinci.

This is not our fate.

(Martial drumbeat)

One way or another,
this is every man's fate.

Our lives are made
by the deaths of others.

You are very quick
to surrender.

After all we've seen?

Lost?

Perhaps you are naive
to endure.

That's all
I've ever known.

I was born a bastard.

I was raised
in a monastery.

Abandoned at birth.

Did you know that?

No.

The Holy Father appeared

and he asked me to be
the sword of the Church.

To strike out its enemies
wherever they were to be found.

He asked me to do…

terrible things.

This is where faith
has carried me.

(Speaks Quechua)

Florence,
it is withering.

My wife grows dependent on
my grandfather's bastard.

Do you fear Carlo seeks
to turn your absence to his favor?

The timing of his arrival
is telling.

Giuliano is dead and I am
endlessly forestalled here.

Could Clarice
be so easily swayed?

She has never
lacked resolve.

But she has also never
endured a hardship like this.

I would never break faith with you
had I the honor of her position.

There was a time…

There was a time
I was certain that…

no other woman
would claim that role…

save you.

We were all of us pawns.

Married young, in
the service of alliances

that have since
evaporated.

What is there to stop us
from declaring our hearts now?

I'd rather escape and live
as an anonymous citizen

than be Alfonso's queen.

And I would hope to
do that with you.

To what end do we
sacrifice our happiness?

Our lives
are not our own.

If Naples is your only hope,
then Florence is already lost.

Ferrante's deranged.

Distracted by his
bizarre recreations.

Why not choose
a different life?

I've already dispatched Piero to meet
with the Neapolitan nobility.

If Ferrate discovers you're
attempting to buy influence?

What will he do?

Throw me back
in prison?

I have to do this.

I must fight
for what I hold dear.

As must I.

Tuscan towns
fall with ease.

Trade has ceased.

Florence stands alone.

Excellent.

Without God's favor
and without their leader,

their walls
will not stand for long.

About their leader,
Your Holiness…

Lorenzo lives.

Leave.

In time, I fear he will
negotiate with my father,

unraveling all
you and I have built.

Ferrante plays games while
the world awaits action.

Duke Federico
surrounds Florence.

It is not the course I planned
but perhaps it is time to strike.

My dreamer…

(Cries out)

Understand,

this brings me no joy.

What of my mother?

Have you found her?

No.

Nor the book.

We still have to solve
that last mystery of the vault.

I can help you.

My visions foretell your deaths
will please our gods.

And they will reward us
with the Book of Leaves.

Oh, well, that sounds nice.

I will hold this
as a treasure from you.

As you meet the gods
bearing a treasure from me.

I ask only that you spare
the life of my companions,

Zoroaster and Nico.

Topa Inca has declared them
unfit for sacrifice.

They will spend
their days in servitude.

Show me.

Your friends are safe.
Good.

Don't worry about me.

Just remember that you're a shovelful
of sun-laden camel snot.

(Ima speaks Quechua)

Thank you.

What did the Maestro mean?
Why didn't he fight?

He had no choice.

It's that phrase. I know
I've heard it before.

What does it matter?

Yeah, years ago, Leo and I were in
this tavern outside Forli.

I complimented the curvature of the
tavern owner's wife.

Big tits didn't take
kindly to it,

called me a shovelful
of sun-laden camel…

It was a message.

Leo…

He wants us to
get out of here.

Without him?

What about the guard?

Why don't you
watch and learn?

Guard, he's trying
to escape. Get him!

No, no.
(Speaks Quechua)

What the fuck did Riario
do to you on that ship?

He taught me
to survive.

Thank you for your time,
Signor.

Ah, thank you for coming
to see me, Signor Campano.

Please.

I see Ferrante has finally
allowed his guests

to enjoy the finer
side of Naples.

Where is Il Magnifico?

Recuperating
from his triumph.

And yet people whisper
that the King delays negotiation.

Building an alliance
is a lengthy process.

Ferrante is not easily
drawn away from his delights.

At least not without
a word

from those properly
positioned, like myself.

It would be refreshing to
be honest about it all.

Tell me, what is the price
of the word you offer?

(Blows landing)

(Woman shrieks)

Messieurs,
might we have a word?

This establishment
is private.

Which of you two
gluttonous peacocks

is the Florentine banker?

He is. He works for
Lorenzo de Medici himself.

Take them.

Fucking Frenchman!

For all Ferrante's military might,

he couldn't keep
band of pirates at bay.

Ozzo's been savvy enough to
escape Ferrante's wrath.

For months now he and his men
have stolen from the royal fleet

and then ransomed
the cargo back at twice the cost.

I lack resources here
to buy their freedom.

Florence is surrounded and
all the funds I carried

have been paid in bribes.

You cannot turn to Ferrante
in this matter.

His own advisor was apprehended
with Piero.

Surely the King
would provide a loan.

If he sees you as weak,
he will never grant your alliance.

But…

if you best Ozzo,

you may yet gain
Ferrante's favor.

Holy Father, my apologies.

What do you want, Rodrigo?

A most unusual visitor
has arrived requesting an audience.

It appears the world
has come calling.

(Chanting and drumbeat)

We both wanted
to see what's next.

There's still time.

We have failed, artista.

You should accept this.
Never.

(Speaks Quechua)

You heard my
mother's voice yourself.

I once believed I heard
the voice of God.

The mind plays
shameful tricks

when we want
something too much.

Would you let anything
stand in your way

if it were possible that your mother
was inside the vault?

Or Zita?

Just be ready.

(Drumming stops)

(Chanting)

Now Pachamama
shall drink your blood

and grant me the power
to save my people.

Right, so what
are we looking for?

The fat we've scraped
off those bloody bones.

They can't have
carried it far.

Why do we care
about that?

The owner of the
tavern outside Forli,

he and his cronies
had us surrounded

but I came up with
the bright idea

to launch a pan of pork
fat into the fire.

What? The distraction
worked believe it or not.

I escaped.
Leo wasn't so lucky.

The wart-faced owner
gave him a beating reserved for me.

He wants us to save ourselves
using a similar diversion.

What about the Maestro?

He said not to
worry about him.

But this time I'll make sure
the distraction works for all of us.

(Chanting)

(Speaks Quechua)

(Speaks Latin)

Wait for me
in the next life, Leonardo.

(Continues in Latin)

(Speaks Quechua)

The Book of Leaves
will save my people.

(Speaks Quechua)

There's no escaping the wrath
of the Sky Gods, Leonardo.

Translate all I say.

Children of the sun!

(Speaks Quechua)

My companions and I,

we have faced the trials
of the divine

and survived.

(Speaks Quechua)

Let us return to
the vault freely

and you may be spared
the gods' vengeance.

(Ima speaks Quechua)

This is your plan?

It's a bit fluid.

(Continues in Quechua)

(Shouting in Quechua)

(Speaks Quechua)

(Shouting continues)
(Continues in Quechua)

Lay down your blade,
Leonardo.

If I can't find my mother,
what else do I have?

What else do I…

(Screaming)

Run!

Bishop of Rome,

I present myself to you.

Bayezid the Second.

Eldest son of Sultan Mehmed
the Conqueror

and heir to the throne of
the great Ottoman Empire.

Hold.

Why are you here,
son of the Sultan?

I have come
at your invitation.

My invitation?

Your father's empire
plagues our shores.

Yet your emissaries
urged me here

to discuss a proposal
for a mutually beneficial peace.

I sent no emissaries.

He comes on
false pretenses

simply to get close
enough to strike.

Perhaps we should
speak in private.

I have no words for you.

This man was one of two
who came bearing the Sword of Osman

as proof of
your endorsement.

Why grant me such a prize if you had
no intention of discussing peace?

Apprehend that man.

I've never seen
this Mongol in my life.

Cardinal,

make your way
to the Archives.

If the sword
is indeed missing,

then you come here
not only as infidels,

you come here
as thieves.

(Hooting)

Leo, that was one shovelful of
sun-laden llama fat.

We owe you our lives, Zo.
Now bring these.

Easy to repay. Get me off this
fucking mountain.

Leo, where are you going?

We're escaping through
the Vault of Heaven.

Are you out of your mind?

We cannot outrun them.
These are their lands.

We must resort
to the unexpected.

Bullshit!

Maestro, when we get in the
vault, how will we escape?

I have a plan.
Of course he does.

Go.
Up the fucking mountain.

Be warned,

I have men stationed
outside the city gates.

If they do not receive word
from me within the hour,

they will inform the Sultan
of my injury at your hands.

That he allowed you to come here
perhaps demonstrates

how little he values
your life…

compared to
that of your brother Cem.

What did you find,
Rodrigo?

The Sword of Osman is gone,
Holy Father.

From whom
did you acquire the sword?

Did these vermin send you?

I sent no-one.

There may be some
misunderstanding.

But I come to make
a sincere overture

to an accord
between our empires.

Your father grows feeble
if he believes

that we would seek
peace with heathens.

Indeed. Mehmed the Conqueror

would never entertain such
an improbability.

Which is why…

an ambitious
and overlooked son

might commence
this mission

without
the Sultan's knowledge.

(Laughter)

You came here
expecting peace?

I came here
with the hope of peace.

Your dream of diplomacy
is entertaining.

Utterly misguided.

Rid my house
of this filth.

Spare only
the Sultan's son.

(Laughs)

Pity I can't kl you.

I made no such promise.

You disgrace me
by not taking my life.

Strip him.

Even of his boots.

Slay his horse and dump him outside
Rome's gates alone.

If he returns to Constantinople,
all the better.

He will send
a clear message.

Christendom
knows no boundaries.

I hear I may have the pleasure
of exchanging words

with an
Italian compatriot.

Jacob Pasha.

Adviser to the Sultan.

You're a Christian.

Not any more.

I'm told your name
is Amelia Monleoni.

It's a Florentine name.

You know Florence?

Before coming to serve
the Ottoman Empire,

I visited Florence often
to revel in its…

uninhibited society.

They said you came
to see Bayezid.

Was the matter urgent?
He certainly left without warning.

It was personal.
Oh, I see.

What business would
the son of the Sultan have

with the prized mistress
of Lorenzo de Medici?

As I said,
I know Florence.

One does not forget a face
like yours, Signora Donati.

Ah…

I can't help but wonder
at your true purpose here.

I'll hide no secrets
from you.

Of course you will.

It would be diverting
to hear your newest lies

but…

you underestimate us.

We shall soon know the truth
without laying a hand upon you.

I see you had no trouble
finding the place.

I could smell it
a mile off.

Stinking Frenchman.

(Mutters)

Get up!

I said, get up!

We brought your payment.

Now release these men.

Your sack is very small.
(Laughter)

And new facts
have come to light.

My price is now double.

We had an agreement.
It's criminal.

I named the sum before I knew
that one of my hostages

was the father of
the infamous Leonardo.

(Speaks French)

You see, Mko here
had a brother.

He once served
as a papal guard.

Where is your brother now,
Mirko?

Blown to bits by your
son's diabolical canon.

Ozzo, wait.

Good Duchess,
I cannot be trusted.

You should have learned that from
my dealings with the King.

Oh, I did.

(Whistles)

(Shouts and footsteps)

(Laughs)

There is no need for this.

That double-crossing
putain would have

gladly lent you the money.

Watch your words.
Why?

She is the one who paid me
to kidnap your man in the first place!

You… You planned this?

More than mere bribes are needed
to impress my father-in-law.

I sought to create
an opportunity.

(Clicks fingers)

Now.

Go ahead, Lorenzo.
Save your beloved Florence.

(Both chuckle)

Tell me again.

Whose sack is small?

Hurry up.

Zo.

Someone's been busy.
Destroyed the mechanism.

It's a race to the vault.

Unless we stop them
in their tracks.

There's no time.
We have a head start.

(Speaks Quechua)

(Speaks Quechua)

Right, Nico,
gather the supplies

and cut the ropes into
lengths of eight paces.

Go!

(Shouts)

You're locking us in?
I'm locking them out. Come on!

(Cries out)

This is a version of something
I designed a long time ago.

It's a plan for ropes and cloths
to form miniature canopies

that will allow an escape
from a great height.

Have you ever tested it?

The design's sound.
That's a no.

We just cut the fabric
into this shape and then…

Leo, come on,
we've got this.

Go find your mother.

Thank you.

The Incas have clearly
made no progress.

There must be a clue
somewhere.

(Exchange in Quechua)

(WOMAN) Leonardo!

Mother!

Tell me you heard that.
I did.

Perhaps she and the book
lie in this vault.

There has to be an anomaly
somewhere.

The spheres.
These spheres!

I remember that they have
magnetic properties and the vault is metal.

Oh,
it doesn't do anything.

Oh.
What?

It only functions
under these two arches.

(Groaning)

Come on, come on.

Any more?

There must be
an arrangement.

There must be a secret
to placing them.

A combination,
an order of numbers.

Will these riddles
never end?

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

These arches,
I've seen them before.

The landscape
behind this woman…

It's mysterious.

Sort of riddle.

I can solve this.

One, two, three.

That vault
belongs to my people.

You know what will happen
to us, to me, if you take it.

Four, five, six.

Seven.

What is this?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

This is where her voice
was coming from.

It matters not.
The book is not here.

This is the Lord's
cruelest joke.

(Clicking and whirring)

Leonardo…

It speaks
with my mother's voice.

Oh, that is astonishing.

Why would someone craft
clockwork like this?

Because this machine,

it allows you to hear the
voice of someone who…

Who is not here.

It is a charlatan's toy.

It is not the reason
you have come all this way.

Where is the book?

Where is the book?
Where is the book?!

Where is
the fucking book?

Leonardo.

Leonardo, my dearest.
I was betrayed.

I could not keep
the Book of Leaves here.

The only way you will
find its location…

is if you give up
your quest for me.

You must…
Leo!

We've got trouble.

Nico!
I'm almost done.

We must leave at once.
On this we agree!

That one. That one.

Just go to the one
nearest you.

Grab the handles
as tight as you can,

then gather the canopy into
a bundle

and throw it high
in the air when you jump.

I pray this works.

Don't bother, Nico.

If this is the end, let it
be ours to choose.

Not the Lord's.

I hate flying.

Not a chance, beautiful!

Please. Please.

Please.

Don't take the book
away from my people.

Please.

There was no book.

Then we are doomed.

(Cries out)

(Groans)

(Cry in near distance)

I can't believe
we fucking did that.

(Cry)

He's going to be easy
to find if he keeps up that noise.

(Cries continue)

Fuck!

Come on, he needs help!

Easy, easy.

Oh, shit.

Right, we need to
set the bone.

Put that in his mouth.

Now hold him still.

Ready?

Go, go.
Come on.

(Click)
(Cries out)

They'll know a way down.
We need to move.

A litter will move him faster.
Let's just leave him.

We are not doing that!
Having this fight again!

He's coming with us!

There's been enough death.

My love,

will you now grant yourself
a measure of happiness?

As I said before,

your joy must come first.

(Moaning)

(Knock at door)

Who is there?
A message, Your Excellency.

Slide it under the door.

(Giggles)

What are you doing?

What does it say?

Well?

What does it say?

Come on.

The King
will see you now.

Move!

The French pirate Ozzo.

A thorn in my side
for too long.

I thank you for this latest
addition to my collection.

I've never seen a banker
so willing to get his hands dirty.

Nor so able.

I may deal in gold
and silver

but I have my way
with steel as well.

I thought you soft.

Incapable of wielding
true power.

But you used real force
to deal with this scofflaw.

A sign of a true leader.

Kind words indeed,
Your Grace.

Approach, Magnifico.

Allow me to show you
some of my secrets

as the dawn of a new friendship…

(Door opens)

Who dares?

Alfonso,
you impudent infant.

Father, consider your words
with such an honored guest in our midst.

Lorenzo de Medici.

Excellent to find you here
as Florence falls.

What a priceless opportunity to
discuss your surrender.

It's a shame.

After all this.

To not find your book.

It's not a loss, Zo.

This device…

My mother's message.
It wasn't finished.

She might still be alive.

I'll retrieve the rest
of it by repairing it

on our return
to Florence.

Florence…

You're mighty optimistic.

Amerigo will return
with our ship.

Just have a little faith.

In that greasy
little nancy man?

Maestro. He… He wants to speak with you.

I'm afraid I have
nothing to offer you

that will dull
the pain.

Your theoretical
generosity is touching.

When His Holiness called me
to be his instrument,

he tested my resolve.

He…

He sent me to exact vengeance
against a sinner

who crossed our path.

A Jewish prostitute.

In God's holy city.

I followed her for hours.

I wanted so badly
to please my father.

But how could the Lord
desire me to take a life?

Sixtus chose her specifically.
Didn't he?

Celia Lysimachus.

You brought flowers
to her grave.

She was um…

someone familiar.

She was your mother.

We both grasped it
in those moments.

And I… I didn't stop.

I saw it in her eyes.
She knew who I was.

And I only squeezed harder.

How foolish I have been…

to follow the Book of Leaves
to the end of the world,

thinking it could absolve
me of my sins.

Well, at least my father
was right on one account.

It has all been
a path to ruin.

No, it's a fitting reward…

I should go home so very
empty-handed.

No.

You've seen… You've seen
the Brazen Head.

How could a device like
that be built without…

without the knowledge
of the Book of Leaves.

I never said the Book of Leaves
wasn't real, Da Vinci.

But is it really worth it?

Leo, it's Amerigo!

For me…

the quest is far from over.

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